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Chapter 47 Incident
Quidditch starts quickly, without keeping the audience waiting. Landric likes this efficient style, which saves him from getting bored while waiting.
Landric didn't pay much attention to the first part of the storyline; he was just watching the people flying around on the field and felt dizzy.
Hermione next to her was probably feeling the same way; her eyes were unfocused, and her head followed wherever the people on the field flew.
Unable to bear it any longer, Hermione closed her eyes and quietly tugged at Landric's sleeve, deciding to wait until Harry came on stage.
Landric leaned against Draco, feeling the movement of his sleeve, but ignored it, letting Hermione be; good children always deserve some reward.
Therefore, the Slytherin stands now present a scene of three people sitting in a row, one after the other, not to mention that there is also a Gryffindor among them.
Several professors on the judging panel couldn't resist looking over here frequently.
Snape felt a growing impatience; the tacit understanding he and Landric had cultivated since their last conflict had vanished.
Landric gave him the silent treatment unilaterally.
Snape had considered talking to Landric, but each time he either couldn't reach him or, if they did meet, Landric would have a cold and impatient expression and wouldn't want to say another word to him.
Over time, Snape realized that Landric was doing it on purpose.
Seeing Landric so sweet and affectionate with others at this moment, isn't that exactly what Zasnep wanted?
Landric also felt the gaze on him, but he didn't move while leaning against Draco, and that lazy energy came over him.
Finally, the duel between Slytherin and Gryffindor has arrived.
"Harry!"
"Harry Potter!"
How enthusiastic! Harry's coming on stage.
Landric got up from Draco and sat up straight.
Draco's eyes darkened for a moment.
Hermione twitched her fingers, but still didn't let go of Landric's sleeve.
His thoughts naturally drifted away. He had finally gotten close to Rand, and now he had to savor the moment. Who could resist such a beauty?
On stage, Landric searches for Harry Potter in the audience; just as Harry searches for Landric.
He didn't even glance at Gryffindor.
Ron, who had been cheering and encouraging Harry in Gryffindor, finally broke down.
Hermione followed along, fine, but what's wrong with you?
Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he found that familiar figure; at least they had come.
Harry automatically ignored the two people next to Landric.
Landric watched the intense match unfold before him, with everyone flying around and the deafening cheers around him making him feel quite uncomfortable.
Too noisy.
Sitting quietly on the stage, Landric's wand flickered slightly in his sleeve. Ah, finally, he couldn't hear it anymore.
He wanted to leave, but given the current chaotic situation, it wasn't easy to get out.
Furthermore, he didn't want to spoil Draco's mood.
The match was exceptionally intense, and this was truly Harry's moment of glory. The boy on the broom was full of vigor, and even the light seemed to favor him, making him the center of attention.
Landric thought that if Harry hadn't offended Draco for Ron's sake in the first place, they might be friends now.
Looking at Harry, Landric couldn't help but have some thoughts, and he also felt a sense of resentment.
Everyone loves him the most, why isn't Snape?! He's their child!
He could disregard Snape, but Snape couldn't disregard him!
His mother said he was born to be loved.
Therefore, anyone who doesn't love him is a fool.
Landric looked at Draco's disdain for Harry and thought Draco was the most discerning person in the world, and also a good boy who loved him dearly.
Her straightened body went limp again, and she wrapped her arms around Draco's waist.
Landric clearly sensed that the body he was being embraced had stiffened, and a hint of smugness appeared on his face.
Dragon, this is a reward for you.
Draco stopped watching the game and tried his best to relax his stiff body.
Go ahead and hug me; once I get used to it, I won't be able to hug anyone else.
The two of them were in a great mood.
"Rand!!" Hermione's anxious voice burst out.
Landric felt a strong force come over him, and his body entered a soft embrace.
"Protego Totalum!"
A burst of white light appeared before their eyes, and a protective spell was cast in front of Landric and the other two.
"Bang!" The Quake Ball spun at high speed and struck the protective spell, creating ripples.
It exploded, accompanied by Draco's rage.
The wand appeared immediately, and Draco released the spell without hesitation. Don't think he didn't see it; it was the ball that the skinny monkey from Slytherin had hit.
"Incen…"
"Little Dragon!"
Her fair wrist rested on Draco's hand, pressing his hand down.
Draco suddenly looked at Landric, his lips moving but no sound came out.
He forcefully pulled his hand away from Landric's grasp; this time, his brother wouldn't let him listen to him!
"Incendio!"
Landric had too many concerns, but he didn't want to!
It was Landric's intervention that gave the professors time to react; a spell flew from Dumbledore, easily blocking Draco's attack.
Draco missed the tall, thin player and raised his hand to continue his attack.
"Draco Malfoy!"
"Draco Malfoy!"
Two voices came at the same time, one from Landric and the other from Snape.
Draco glared fiercely at Snape, no longer caring about his fear of his godfather.
"We demand a resolution!"
Draco spat out a sentence through gritted teeth, furious.
As Draco finished speaking, some people in the Slytherin crowd stood up.
Theodore: "Professor, I think if the college doesn't handle this, we wouldn't mind resolving it internally."
The tall, thin team member immediately turned pale. "No, Professor, punish me instead. It's my fault."
Zabini: "Ha! What a joke!"
The teammate was at a loss, while Snape watched coldly, not saying a word for the player.
Finally, Dumbledore stepped forward. "Oh, children, I think... he didn't mean it, did he?"
No one responded to that remark, and the entire audience watched as this farce unfolded.
Landric looked at Dumbledore with a smile, then looked away at Harry, who was still in mid-air, filled with anger.
Harry strangely grasped what Landric meant.
What do you think?
Harry: I think?
Harry: "Headmaster Dumbledore, if 'sorry' was enough, what would be the point of having Aurors?"
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, looking at Harry, Hermione beside Landric, Ron who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and the Slytherin who had stood up.
"I think, as the head of Slytherin, this matter should be left to me," Snape said, speaking before Dumbledore could.
Dumbledore looked at Snape, and after a long pause, said, "Very well, it's most appropriate to leave this to you."
"Hey! Help!" Before Harry could even show a happy expression, the broom suddenly shook violently.